The old man is stretched out on the couch. Sleeping. Snoring. Bobby is asleep on the floor with empty beer cans around him.

Thelma comes in through the front door. She notices both men passed out. The older woman takes a seat on the metal folding chair. Thelma picks up a beer can and examines it. She notices the ashes on the lip of it. Some kind of makeshift ashtray. She laughs quietly. Can’t even afford a real ashtray, she says. She looks again at both her son and her husband. Like father like son, she smiles and stands. She walks to the door and looks back at them. Damn shame, Thelma cries. Damn shame. She closes the door.

She was here, Walter says. I can smell her. He sits up straight.

What’re you talking about?

Thelma. Your mom. She was here.

You dreamt that, Bobby says and lights a cigarette.  Besides. We’ve got something important to discuss.

What’s that?

Aren’t you tired of being poor?

Have been all my life.

Now is the time to do something about it.

What? What are you talking about?

Turning this place into a goldmine. Selling pot.

The old man shakes a couple of Old Style cans and finds one half filled. He drinks the warm beer and points at Bobby. Don’t get any ideas, boy. I don’t want this place turned into a crack house.

No. That’s not what I’m saying. Marijuana is legal in the surrounding states, but illegal here. Folks don’t want to drive to Michigan or Ohio or Illinois to get their fix. They’d much rather buy it from somebody here in town, the kid says. There’s always cops just over the state line waiting to bust these people. If they come here to the trailer, they don’t have to worry about that.

Right. I suppose.  I still don’t want any crackheads around the place. This is my home. Why don’t you do it at your place? asks the old man.

Too obvious. Cops would catch on. The trailer is perfect, Bobby looks at his dad. This is our chance, old man. This is it. I got money saved up for a large purchase.  Good stuff. Grown in a hothouse down in Kentucky. These folks will eat it up.

You gonna advertise?

Spread it by word of mouth. You’ll see. And when we get enough money, we’ll leave this dump. What do you say?

You know. Thelma was here this morning. She was here.